SL—Chapter 163: Ah Yin: I Can't Go Back, Xu Xingli
One month later.
Tang San once again walked out of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's gate, looking dispirited.
Starting a business is risky; investments require caution. As expected, Tang San, who used the God King Gamble skill, was left with nothing under the manipulation of Ning Fengzhi, that old schemer.
The funds given to him earlier were returned in full. As for the Hidden Weapons manufacturing methods he obtained, they were split fifty-fifty with Qian Renxue, each receiving the methods.
Although this did not include the top six ranked Hidden Weapons of the Tang Sect, those manufacturing methods were already extremely difficult, and the materials even harder to find.
The methods Tang San obtained now were sufficient for Ning Fengzhi and the Spirit Hall.
"Hmph, the so-called Upper Three Sects are nothing more than this. The Clear Sky Sect abandoned my father, and this Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect humiliated me like this. Sooner or later, I, Tang San, will reclaim it all."
Heaven Dou Royal Academy, Ling Qianyao's Residence.
Ling Qianyao secretly opened the letter sent by Zhu Zhuyun. How long had it been since his older sister last sent a letter?
She still didn't know that Zhu Zhuqing already knew everything and was playing a role similar to Uchiha Itachi. He wondered what her expression would be when they met at the Soul Master Competition later, and Zhu Zhuqing spoke her inner thoughts.
Surely she wouldn't stab him in the back for informing Zhu Zhuqing in advance, right? Ling Qianyao shrugged.
"It's been a long time since we last contacted. Speaking of which, I miss you quite a bit, you wicked little devil.
Although Zhu Zhuqing doesn't know about my affairs yet, you do, don't you? Besides me writing to you, won't you take the initiative to write and ask about my recent situation?
Don't forget, I'm your older sister! Be careful when we meet at the Soul Master Competition—I might beat you up until you cry for your mom and dad, just like the first time. And this time, I won't go easy on you.
Back to the main topic.
In the Star Luo Royal Academy team, a descendant of the Star Crown Sect, whom you've been thinking about, recently arrived.
Xu Xingli, 17 years old, female, Martial Soul: Star Crown, Level 44, Auxiliary System Battle Soul Ancestor.
It's an auxiliary weapon martial soul, yet she's called a Battle Soul Ancestor. Isn't that strange? It's comparable to your peculiar martial soul.
I tried to subtly inquire about her intentions, but I didn't get a response. However, she actively asked me about you.
From this, it seems she has a lot to do with you, right? After all, you've been investigating the Star Crown Sect, haven't you? Now it seems you might have some connection?
The only thing she revealed is that she will participate in this Soul Master Competition with us.
Just giving you a heads-up: although the Star Crown Sect is reclusive, it is still exceptionally powerful. If you truly have this bloodline, you should be prepared to face your origins.
And finally—the same old saying—unless Zhu Zhuqing is willing to be with you, Hehehe.
Also—(crossed out)—also, you can write me a letter occasionally—Your sister."
After reading the letter, Ling Qianyao ignited the paper, watching the flickering flame gradually consume the surface, his thoughts slowly surging.
As expected, they came. Thinking about it, the Star Crown Sect bloodline is rare. Since he possesses the Star Crown bloodline, they would come to investigate. After all, the characteristics of his Martial Soul are very similar to Star Crown, aren't they?
Even if it has nothing to do with Star Crown, on the Douluo Continent at this time, almost all astrological martial souls are gathered within the Star Crown Sect. They'll likely send a few people to test and recruit him.
Xu Xinglan, Xu Xingli.
Phew—hope it's not a trashy plot.
Having made up his mind, Ling Qianyao regained his usual composure, took out a piece of letter paper, and wrote a reply to Zhu Zhuyun.
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Late at night.
Ling Qianyao, as usual, took out the Blue Silver Emperor's main body from his storage soul guidance device and infused it with Star Power.
But this time, the Blue Silver Emperor did not act as usual. Its tender, dripping branches and leaves, as if seeing their favorite thing, rapidly extended and burrowed into his arms.
Or it would activate Blue Silver Entwine, wrapping around his arms and waist, the leaves rubbing to express intimacy.
Even Ah Yin's soul form seemed to pause for a moment before floating out from the Blue Silver Emperor, her lips pursed, face flushed, gently leaning on his shoulder.
The Blue Silver Emperor's main body only began to sway slowly at this point, winding its way up Ling Qianyao's arm.
The leaves began to sway, but the movement seemed quite flustered and disordered.
Looking at Ah Yin on the side, she rested her beautiful head on Ling Qianyao's shoulder but buried her entire face downward, her earlobes already bright red.
Ling Qianyao blinked. "You recovered your memories?"
Ah Yin pursed her lips. Although she didn't want to admit it, it was true. A few days ago, some inexplicable memories suddenly appeared in her mind.
After coming back to her senses, Ah Yin was completely stunned.
The Blue Silver Grass clan possesses the unique Blue Silver Network. The Emperor can know the memories of Blue Silver Grass everywhere, gain vitality replenishment from other Blue Silver Grass, and so on.
More than ten years of memories flooded into her mind like a tide. There were no heartwarming scenes of Tang Hao taking good care of the seed she left behind and letting it grow in the light. Instead, there was endless darkness and struggle.
For over ten years, she was trapped in a dark cave, struggling to survive there by relying on the Blue Silver Emperor's undying origin.
He had visited her but always left in a hurry, his eyes filled with sadness, regret, and... fear.
She didn't understand why the person she once deeply loved had become so unfamiliar.
Then came the scene of Ling Qianyao arriving at the cave, saying "Come with me," taking her by his side, burying the soul bone containing her origin at the bottom of a potted plant, and feeding her daily with the Star Power that made her almost addictively unable to extricate herself.
Her dependence and intimacy toward him stemmed from instinct. As time passed, this dependence gradually turned into deep affection. She found she could no longer leave him.
And then, there were the scenes that made her too embarrassed to describe. What were that perverted angel and the incredibly wicked cat doing in front of her with Ling Qianyao every day?
She was jealous... something that made her feel indignant toward both gods and humans!
There was also her secret snacking and tasting delicious things during her recovery. Such intimate matters exceeded her original, simple understanding.
Although it was quite good and very satisfying, she knew this was wrong!
Adding to that, Qian Renxue and the others' speculations about what Tang Hao did back then, Qian Renxue's "training" of her, all plunged her into endless entanglement and confusion for a time.
Deep down, she had already accepted that Tang Hao had betrayed her. Through the memories of the nearby Blue Silver Grass, she also saw Tang Hao neglect Tang San after his birth and Tang San's strange behavior since childhood.
She had originally planned to hide it a little longer, pretending nothing had happened, and immerse herself in these warm days.
But she didn't even have faith in herself, and she was disappointingly exposed so quickly...
"I'm, I'm sorry," Ah Yin said, lowering her head, her voice as thin as a mosquito's buzz.
Ling Qianyao slowly put down the Blue Silver Emperor and smiled faintly. "It is indeed a pleasant surprise. So, what is your choice? Do you want to go home, or..."
"I want to stay!" Ah Yin suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of determination, but her voice then dropped again, "If I can..."
"Then, stay," Ling Qianyao blinked, continuing to infuse Star Power. "Are you full?"
"Ah?" Ah Yin's face was as red as a ripe apple, her eyes darting around in panic, her hands unconsciously twisting the corner of her clothes, stuttering, "It's, it's okay— not full..."
Ling Qianyao patted the space beside him. "Sit down, let's talk."
"Mm," Ah Yin sat down beside Ling Qianyao again, then very slowly—very slowly—she leaned her head on his shoulder, her heart pounding like a drum.
Once in contact, smelling the familiar scent, her heartbeat slowly calmed.
Yes, this was what she wanted. The warm memories of being with Ling Qianyao surged in her heart, gradually washing away the bad memories of the past.
The next moment, Ah Yin pursed her lips, mustered her courage, and suddenly leaned before Ling Qianyao, her red lips descending.
A tear slid from the corner of her eye. Sorry, Clear Sky Douluo—you were the one who betrayed first, and now she could no longer go back...
Immediately afterward, Ah Yin seemed to have opened the door to a new world, tightly wrapping her arms around Ling Qianyao's neck and greedily taking. She hadn't forgotten Qian Renxue's instructions to her.
"Master..."
Heaven Dou City, an inn.
Tang Hao, in his sleep, touched the top of his head, feeling very itchy.
End of Chapter